Oh my God. Why the hell had a naked guy tackled me? “Move, you perv.”
I focused on his crystal blue eyes. They were laughing at me. “Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I tackle you again?”
“Spare me the tired pick-up line. Where are your clothes!”
A big cloth fell over us.
“Mr. Matthews. Off Miss McCaide. Now,” Mr. Dawson said.
The guy winked at me, and hopped up. “Caught her,” he said as he pulled on a robe before I could see more than I needed to.
The wolf had disappeared, and some naked guy had appeared.
Goosebumps ran up my arms. There was no way what I was thinking could actually be right.
He reached down to help me, but I ignored it, getting up on my own.
The lady in the lab coat stood behind Mr. Dawson. Her high heels didn’t slow her down too much. Impressive, but I still didn’t trust her. I took a step back. She wasn’t getting near me again. No way in hell.
The gray and white wolf stood behind them. He growled at the blue-eyed guy and then turned around and ran back to the buildings.
Weird.
Mr. Dawson inched toward me. “Why are you afraid, Tessa?”
I was trying to be more angry than scared, but somehow I was venturing into full-on terrified-mode. “I don’t know. Maybe because someone put me in a cage and stuck me with an assload of needles!”
“Tessa—” Lab Coat woman said, but Mr. Dawson cut her off.
“You were in the cage because you were feral.”
Blue Eyes let out a low whistle. “Impressive.”
“Thank you for your help, Mr. Matthews.” Mr. Dawson kept his eyes on me as he spoke to Blue Eyes. “You can go back to campus now.”
“Anytime. I love catching pretty ladies.” He winked. The air grew heavy and shimmered with heat. Blue Eyes’ arms and legs morphed as he got down on all fours. His face changed too fast for me to follow. The robe slid off as he moved. And then, instead of looking at a guy, I stood in front of a blond-colored wolf.
Someone cursed as the world faded to gray.
Chapter Thirteen
A high-pitched noise whined in my ear. Something slimy brushed against my face as everything came back into focus. The wolf was licking me. I sat up and scooted away until my back hit a tree.
“What the hell is that?” My breath came in hollow gasps.
“Good work, Mr. Matthews. I think she’s fully terrified now.” The wolf lay down and rolled over, exposing the length of his stomach. “Go back to the dorms,” Mr. Dawson said.
The wolf gave one more whimper before he jumped up and took off running.
Mr. Dawson squatted in front of me. “Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you.”
“Bullshit. Tell that to Dr. Needle-Happy over there.”
The doctor took a single step closer, and held out her blessedly empty hands. “I did what I had to do to keep you safe and ease your pain. I know it’s hard for you to understand, but you’ve been very sick for the past week. A hurt and confused wolf is a dangerous thing.”
Did she just say what I think she said? “I’m a human of the female variety, not a wolf.”
“No, you’re not a wolf, but you’re not just a girl anymore either,” she said.